Hip Cities and Lost Souls (Version 2)

 This is the second version of this novel, as of this date it is still unfinished, although I'm working on completing it as a post it.


Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six


More to come



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